... we had run about 5 minutes or so, at silent routine, when suddenly, PIIIINGGGGG.... PIIIIIIING!!!....
this was not the small patrol craft... i instinctively felt that we had a new attacker on our tail... i started to get that feeling of impending doom surfacing in the base of my stomach... would we ever see home again...
we kept silent... and i edged us down a bit deeper on a gamble... 40 meters and we didn't bump into the bottom... good...
PIIIIIIIIIING.... PIIIIIIIIINNNNNG... Asdic, the swine a lot louder this time... they may have found us... we stayed silent, even more silent than before... not even breathing this time... but it was to no avail... the enemy's sounding gear went to attack frequency as the rate of pinging increased and got louder...
then i could hear his engines as he made his run... he's found me... SECURE SILENT RUNNING!!!! ALL AHEAD FLANK... FIRE OFF DECOYS!!!! BE QUICK!!!!!!!
HARD RIGHT RUDDER!!!!
BOOOMMM!!!!! KABOOOOMM!!!! the depth charges went off... they were close, but did no damage... danke got...
then a second sound of engines approaching... there were two of them...
WAAAABOOOOOMMM!!!!!!! and the boat took a hard angle to starboad as my chief engineer was knocked over on his side, and we went into darkness as the lights went out...
was this it... i waited for the final message... men down on deck... was my illustrious career to come to and end, not in some glorious encounter with a battle fleet... but by depth charge in the shallows of the coast of the British island... in the dead of night...
no more pretty nurses to greet us...
but... low and behold... the lights came back on... we were still alive!!!
i immediately checked our damage report... down to 63 percent... well, i had had enough of this... no more running away for me... i had to try something but there was no way to target these guys without committing suicide...
then... out of shear desperation... i found myself ordering the FaT Torpedoes loaded, their settings set for a short run to be followed by patterns to the left and to the right of our track...
maybe... just maybe... we would get lucky, and one of our persuers would stuble across the path of one of our wandering eels...
Torpedo loose... i sent two torps on their way... and waited for the gods to grant my request... they responded with the engine sounds of another destroyer filling my ears...
SECURE SILENT SPEED... AHEAD FLANK!!!!! HARD LEFT RUDDER!!!!!!!!!
this one passed close overhead... his cargo detonating nearby enough for us to spring a leak in the control room and take on some more damage...
i fired off our last load FaT in a final act of a desparate sailor...
then suddenly KAAABBLLOOOOMM!!!!! torpedo impact... YEAH!!! the crazed sailor at the dive planes yelled out as we got the message... ENEMY UNIT DESTROYED....
our prayers had been answered... the gods saw fit to grant us an extension in this life... but there was one more out there... i was sure of it... then, amazingly enough...TORPEDO IMPACT!!! again!!??
this was too good to be true... had the sim gone buggy or something...
all depth charging ceased.... the sound of silence was eerily greeted by the notification that another enemy unit had been destroyed... then the sounds of their bulkheads collapsing...
i couldn't believe this... what amazing luck... i had done something to favor the gods of war... and the English must've most certainly done something to anger them... for under the most chance of circumstances... i was still alive, and they werent...
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